Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.